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Genres: Coming of Age, Contemporary, Love & Romance, Romance
I have to be the best. I am the best. I’m quick. I’m strong. I’m smart. I’m the star keeper of my high school soccer team, and I’ve got major leagues scouting me. As their captain, my teammates will do anything I say – on or off the field. Girls practically beg to be added to my list of conquests. As long as I manage to go pro for the best team in the world, I won’t have to worry about my father’s wrath.
I’m Thomas Malone, and I’ve seen to it that the world revolves around me.
There’s a new girl at school, and it’s just a matter of time before she gives in to my charm. This one’s just a little more stubborn than most – she won’t even tell me her name! She’s smart, too. Maybe too smart. I can’t let her in. I can’t let anybody in. I’m not too worried, but even I have to admit she’s interfering with my focus on the goal.
Dad’s not going to be happy about that.
Did I mention I love Shakespeare? Yeah, I know. I’m a walking contradiction. According to the Bard – “some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” Somehow, I got all three.
Now how is anyone supposed to live up to that?
THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL COMING OF AGE, NEW ADULT NOVEL. Don’t let the main characters’ ages deter you from reading Offside. Get rid of any preconceived notions you may have and get ready for some incredible storytelling. Three words I’d use to describe this book are DARK, INTENSE, and BEAUTIFUL. To me, Offside is the perfect blend of Twilight and Reason to Breathe, and I’d classify it as dark New Adult.
‘Soccer was strictly external, and when people watched me play, they were just staring at my outsides, not seeing who I was.’
In true Shay Savage fashion the story is told from the hero’s POV. Thomas is an eighteen year old soccer prodigy, pretty much rules his school, and he and his father run the town. (I hate his father, BTW.) One day after leaving the soccer field Thomas bumps into a mysterious new girl that he can’t seem to get out of his head.
‘I wanted to know her. I wanted her to know me. Not the jerk at school. Not the guy in the tux. Not the goalie on the field. Just me.’
The author surprised me so many times because this book never went in the direction I thought it would. She kept throwing me for a loop. This was a plot driven romance that doesn’t only focus on the relationship, but also the other elements of the story. I loved this book, I truely did. Shay Savage has become one of my favorite go-to authors this year, and she really outdid herself with Offside because she made me laugh, broke my heart, had me biting my nails, and had me panting for Thomas Malone. TEASER: “What’s the deal, Malone?” she asked suddenly. “What do you mean?” “I mean…are you even the same guy I’ve seen at school?” “Well…yes, obviously!” I laughed. “You are going to make my head explode,” she mumbled. “Excuse me?” I questioned back. “You are a total jerk at school,” she pointed out. I laughed through my nose. “Don’t hold back,” I advised. “It’ll give you ulcers.” “You are an ass on the field.” “That’s a whole different costume,” I replied without thinking. “Costume?” Nicole stopped her rant long enough to look up at me with her brow furrowed. I glanced down and tapped the lapel of my tuxedo jacket with my thumb. “This is a whole different costume from my team uniform,” I explained. “So what,” she exclaimed, “you become a whole other person because you are in a different…costume?” The Bard’s words rolled off my tongue without permission. “All the world’s a stage, Rumple,” I said with a wink. “And all the men and women merely players,” she continued. She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me. I spun her around in a slow circle and then brought her back close. “They have their exits and their entrances,” I quoted. “And one man in his time plays many parts.” Her smile broadened, and she was stunning. My chest clenched, and breathing became more difficult. I lost my step in the dance. I wanted to know her. I wanted her to know me. Not the jerk at school. Not the guy in the tux. Not the goalie on the field. Just me. But I didn’t know who that was.